Hannah

49%
Flag icon
David scrambled to his feet, only to discover something seriously wrong with his ankle. He tried hopping toward a cave, but unarmed he would be easy prey there. He heard his pursuers separate just below the ridge, the sounds of their boots in the rocks coming from about twenty feet apart. If they rushed him, David had nowhere to go.
Desecration (Left Behind, #9)
Rate this book
Clear rating
Open Preview